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Friday, March 03, 2006

Okruch

Z popekanej filizanki ciekna krople oceanu.
czarnej gorzkiej cieczy splywa w dol parzaca moc
mokra dlonia chwytam
kruchy cien kubeczka i urywam uszko

A cup

From the cracked one
trickling and streaming are the ocean drops
black and bitter liquid swims down in a scalding power
my wet hand grabs
the fragile shade of a cup and breaks off
the handle

Agnes.Creative

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